Grey
Excerpt:
Don't tell them about me-
the sidewalk cracks people use to break backs
the voodoo doll people use to push pins through
to deliver the curse.
Don't tell them this is me-
broken and worthless,
slippery within a grasp,
the stagnant water collecting eggs,
the dulling grey that steals color away.
I never wanted to be why they couldn't stay.
I've only wanted to be yellow,
glowing and bright,
the kiss of a buttercup,
or a dandelion under a smiling chin.
I've only wanted to be the breeze,
the cool caress welcomed in the heat,
the carrier of the seeds,
the whisper that tickles the trees branches
and wraps itself around a couple's gaze.
I've only wanted to be these things.
Please don't tell them.
Don't tell them I am only me-
no breeze to soothe, no dandelion to dance with.
I never wanted to be why they didn't stay,
so please don't tell them
I'm what steals color away.
